They fit snugly around the diapers and, he hoped, would serve well in perhaps containing the smell that he found was becoming less and less distinct to his nostrils.
He had needed to air out his bathroom during his changes and was beginning to worry that his own olfactory decay would cause him to be less adept at telling when the smell was obvious.
The wipes did little to take care of the mess caked to his backside, he found himself wondering why to bother with them at all when he could just hop in the shower and invest in some drain declogger instead.
As the weekend progressed he’d spent most of his time mentally preparing for returning to work that Monday, he found himself indulging in the fact that the box provided him a seemingly endless supply of diapers.